“Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday. It was pretty much a surprise all round. Miss Neal´s was not a natural death, unless you´re of the belief everything happens as it´s supposed to. If so, for her seventy-six years Jane Neal had been walking towards this final moment when death met her in the brilliant maple woods on the verge of the village … She´d fallen spread-eagled, as though making angels in the bright and brittle leaves.”

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